OAKLAND — I don’t get to see my auntie Gail much anymore. She was a staple in my teenage years as we all lived together in the house my grandfather bought in East Oakland.

Those were the days I used to walk to my cousin Devin’s house at least once a week, get my high top fade cut and bum $5. I only see him sparingly, too.

But if I ever want to get some familial love, to spend an hour or two with blood, all I need is a Raiders home game. I’ll find it right beneath the A1 sign the parking lot. That’s where the “4 Brothers Tailgate” goes down, a party you can’t miss at Raiders games.

That’s where I’m certain to see family members, old friends, people from the neighborhood. Where I’m reminded of my roots, a lineage of love and loyalty — sprinkled of course with insanity.

Tailgating with them Thursday, before the Raiders hosted the San Diego Chargers in Charles Woodson’s last game, it was especially apparent what would be lost with the Raiders departure. I didn’t grow up a Raiders fan. They were Ice Cube’s team when I was introduced to the NFL. But it was unmistakeable how much the Raiders were part of my family fabric.

If this was their last game in Oakland, if the Davis family again snatches the beloved Raiders again and takes them to Carson, the repercussions will be great. Something bigger than a football team for which to root.

“It’s important to our city,” said Zair McMahan, one of fourth brothers. “It’s important to where we belong, where we’re from.”